Dingus!

The Dingus' Diary

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Let me continue my story:

Jump forward a day. Octavia was back at her own house. She was laying in bed. Crying.

Dingus

How could she call her that word?

Octavia reached for a journal she had on her bookshelf. It was empty, most like the others. Usually they were used for music-related things, but she felt more compelled to keep a journal more than anything right now.

It needed to be done.

She opened to the first page and started to write:

Why?

Entry one: Why would she say that? The fact that anyone, in any sense of mind in that, would call me a dingus is just... impossible. Someone that would say that has the darkest of hearts, like a void. So she fills it. With insults. Fuck Lyra, fuck her, and fuck anyone she knows! I'm done with her. I'm done with everything.Why do I even bother anymore?

I think I'm going to go for a bit.

I'll see you later.

That would only be the first entry for many to come. Perhaps if you were to stick around a bit, you'd see the rest of her story unfold.